It’s that time of year again when the clouds move a little higher in the sky

And they take on more and more the demeanor of cotton candy for the eye.

They are white and fluffy in a sky of placid blue.

They move around through the air wherever it blows them too.

I lose myself watching these beautiful things as they change shape, reform and scatter.

I imagine shapes of things they resemble as my mind climbs toward them as if on a magic latter.

I realize that these are artwork performed by my Heavenly father and I praise him for giving me eyes to see

Such a peaceful sky and the white fluffy clouds floating in all their beauty.